Coffee is a very serious and important part of my life. Let me explain.
I like to say I am not a caffeine addict. And honestly, I believe that I am not. Sure, I have three cups of coffee every weekday morning, and I am grumpy like you-don't-want-to-see if I don't get my coffee. (And unproductive, but my manager reads this blog on occasion, so we aren't going to talk about that at all.) Suffice it to say, I start my day off with coffee.
Naki'o is a mixed-breed dog from Nebraska who got frostbite in a cellar when he was a puppy and lost his limbs and part of his tail. But now, thanks to a United States company called Orthopets, Naki'o has been fitted with four prosthetic legs. Now, he can do all the things dogs like to do. He can run. He can play.
I know, I know…I’ve been neglecting my blog all week.
It’s not that I don’t have things to share with you…it’s more like I can’t get off my butt and take the time to put anything into words.
What I have been doing is:
- Planning lots of blog articles
- Anticipating weather warm (and dry) enough to get in the garden
- Perfecting a couple of new recipes
- Obsessing over old episodes of Downton Abbey
- Reading Fifty Shades of Gray to see what all the fuss is about.
It’s funny…I find the last item on the list the least interesting.
Anyhow, I have been itching to get outside, get the garden and beds cleaned up, and start planting something…and now, thanks to From Scratch Magazine, I have a good idea where to start.
I think I’m going to try some carrots too.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
At 7:16 this morning my husband came into the bedroom to tell me that my stepson hit my Annie dog with his truck. It was an accident, of course. And more Rodeo the Wonder Dog’s fault than the 17 year-old’s.
Rodeo is an Australian Shepherd/Blue Heeler mix and takes it upon himself to herd everyone and everything that comes onto our property. And he’s taught Miss Annie to help.
So this morning, when they were herding/wrestling/playing, it seems Rodeo tackled Annie right in front of a moving vehicle going like 2 miles an hour…in the driveway.
(I’d like to tell you I was cool, calm, and collected as I went out to rescue my rescued dog, but I was a wreck on the inside.)
Though it may sound odd to non-pet people, Annie dog really does keep me sane–and I’d do just about anything for her. So today, that included picking her 46-lb. butt up and carrying her indoors, and then to the car, and then to the vet for x-rays on her swollen, dangling paw.
The vet gave Annie some pain pills and an anti-inflammatory and assured me that she was going to be okay.
As for my wallet after this unexpected adventure? It’s still in pain.
But my girl is worth it.